SkellyTheSkeleton

'What is my purpose?'
He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children.
'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.'


Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

The Genesis of the Dead

<p>Corvina had been watching the battle from the sky, her vantage point enhanced by the thousands of eyes spread across her expansive wings. Each of these eyes offered her a different perspective of the chaos below, making her appear almost omniscient. She observed as waves of enemy soldiers fell before her unrelenting horde of birds, creatures that fought with a reckless abandon, utterly disregarding their own safety. Their singular purpose was clear: destruction in her name. Corvina herself planned to join the fray soon, her primary target being the arrogant Awakened commander who seemed determined, perhaps foolishly so, to end her.</p>

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